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... pleasure : a friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the affectionate poor people , among whom I then lived . Some time after inclination had thus removed him from the hurry and bustle of life , he was still more ...
... pleasure : a friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the affectionate poor people , among whom I then lived . Some time after inclination had thus removed him from the hurry and bustle of life , he was still more ...
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... pleasure , and good pay ; When Freedom , wounded almost to despair , Though Discontent alone can find out where ; When themes like these employ the poet's tongue , I hear as mute as if a siren sung . Or tell me , if you can , what power ...
... pleasure , and good pay ; When Freedom , wounded almost to despair , Though Discontent alone can find out where ; When themes like these employ the poet's tongue , I hear as mute as if a siren sung . Or tell me , if you can , what power ...
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... pleasure sweeps along All , that should be the boast of British song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee now . Our ancestry , a gallant Christian race , Patterns of every ...
... pleasure sweeps along All , that should be the boast of British song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee now . Our ancestry , a gallant Christian race , Patterns of every ...
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... Pleasure ring . His court , the dissolute and hateful school Of Wantonness , where vice was taught by rule , Swarm'd with a scribbling herd , as deep inlaid With brutal lust , as ever Circe made . From these a long succession , in the ...
... Pleasure ring . His court , the dissolute and hateful school Of Wantonness , where vice was taught by rule , Swarm'd with a scribbling herd , as deep inlaid With brutal lust , as ever Circe made . From these a long succession , in the ...
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... Pleasure brings us surely in her train Remorse , and Sorrow , and vindictive Pain . Man , thus endued with an ... pleasures less refined Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him ...
... Pleasure brings us surely in her train Remorse , and Sorrow , and vindictive Pain . Man , thus endued with an ... pleasures less refined Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him ...
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Poems: With a Biographical and Critical Introduction, Volym 2 William Cowper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land learn'd light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Sida 44 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She, for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise ; but, though her lot be such (Toilsome and indigent), she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Sida 237 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Sida 234 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the Calender's His horse at last stood still.
Sida 443 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Sida 233 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd. Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Sida 230 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Sida 232 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Sida 444 - I would not trust my heart; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Sida 443 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away; And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu! But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more.
Sida 409 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw ; To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat; The pleasing spectacle at once excites Such recollection of our own delights, That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again.